#Ty all for the love on this :) I promise I don’t have a crush on the tiefling npc I talked to 1(once. literally one time) I promise.

[katelynnwrites]

Flowers, Cuddles And A Hair Bow | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: none :)

word count: 1083

summary: little eyes watch, little minds learn, you try to do some of the things Momma does for Tante Syd, part of Sydney's Little Liebe

a/n: requested, i hope you like it

‘Tante! Tante Syd!’ You demand, tiptoeing as much as you can to look over the counter top.

You hop up and down, snatching quick peeks of your Tante in between them.

She laughs from the other side of the breakfast bar, looking at your little head bopping up and down.

You huff impatiently as she continues giggling.

‘Tante!’

There’s another snort and then she comes around, her strong arms lifting you up and onto a seat.

‘Hi.’ She grins and you all but shove the flowers you are holding into her face.

‘For you.’ You cheer.

Your Tante chuckles, taking them from you carefully.

The petals and stems are slightly crushed from how hard you had been holding it, the roots and accompanying soil still attached.

‘Wow. They’re really beautiful, meine Little Liebe. Thank you.’

You practically glow at her praise.

It had taken you a long time to decide which flowers you wanted from the garden and you ended up choosing some pink ones because the kind of pink they are, are the same kind of pink your Tante’s cheeks sometimes turn when your Momma kisses her.

‘I give you flowers like Momma.’ You proudly explain.

Your Tante Syd kisses your forehead.

‘I love you, you’re too cute for words.’

Even though you are now four fingers old and know a lot of things you didn’t before, you still don’t know what being too cute for words is.

But Tante Syd puts your flowers into a mason jar, right next to the one of your Momma’s flowers. She keeps them there until they wilt, then dries them and puts them back into the jar.

So you think that just like your Momma, you must have done something right.

******

Momma gives Tante a lot of cuddles.

Just like you, Tante Syd likes the big bed and sleeps there often.

Every now and then, on mornings that you wake up early, you find your Momma holding her and running her fingers through Tante’s hair.

Momma always pats the spot next to them both and lets you lie there as you wait for your Tante to wake up.

You have to be quiet and still so you don’t disturb Tante. Sometimes you are so good at it that you fall back asleep.

On those days, everyone gets out of bed late.

Today though, your Momma has to go to work early.

She tells you before you sleep and your Tante promises that she’ll be there when you wake up.

And she is.

You wake up very early so she’s still asleep.

Instinctively, you climb up into the big bed and settle yourself beside her.

‘Hey Little Liebe.’ She mumbles sleepily, pulling the covers over you.

The warmth makes you yawn and you let her wrap an arm around you.

It’s super comfy and you yawn your biggest ever yawn.

You want to sleep but you remember Momma is not here to run her fingers through Tante Syd’s hair so you do it.

Your Tante sighs softly, ‘Both you and your Momma are way too good at that.’

Hugging Tante Syd, you push your face into her hair and yawn.

She giggles, ‘Sleep sleepyhead. You need your rest to help me make pancakes later.’

You want to protest that you’re not tired and very excited to be your Tante’s assistant chef but another huge yawn bubbles its way up and you give into it.

You hug Tante Syd extra tight and she pulls you snugly into her side.

It’s how your Momma finds the both of you later, still cuddled up and fast asleep together.

******

‘Tante you have to stay very still okay?’ You warn.

Your Tante Syd can’t help giggling simply because you sound so much like your Momma. Her girlfriend tells you exactly the same thing, in exactly the same way, when she’s tying your hair.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you focus very hard on brushing Tante’s blonde hair out and putting it up into a ponytail. She’s sitting on the floor of the locker room, where all your Tantes get ready for work and you are sitting in her cubby, just above her.

It’s the only way you can reach Tante Syd’s hair because she’s so tall. Taller than your Momma even. You make sure to eat all your veggies no matter how icky they are so that one day, you can be tall like her.

Momma always does Tante Syd’s hair on game days and you decide that today, you want to be like your Momma and help her tie her hair for practice.

Making the hair tie go around your favourite Tante’s hair is difficult but you manage.

With a bright smile, you clap your hands and announce that you’re done.

‘Danke meine Little Liebe.’

Your Tante pulls you into her arms to hug you tightly and your smile gets bigger.

‘Did I do a good job?’

Tante Syd lets you go, running a hand over her ponytail and nodding.

‘The best job.’ She promises. There’s more than a few strands out of place but she is honestly impressed with how well you’ve done.

You do a little dance to celebrate and she laughs.

‘Do you want to know a secret?

Tante Klara once told you that you must be quiet when hearing a secret so you freeze and stop your happy dance before nodding rapidly.

Your Tante Syd bends down, leaning in close to your ear to whisper, ‘I think you’re way better at tying my hair than your Momma.

‘Really?’ You ask in awe.

‘Really.’ Tante tells you seriously and you’re so pleased with her words that you quickly rummage through your pink backpack and pull out one of your spare bows.

You have a bunch of them in different colours and your Momma’s been putting them in your hair ever since you were little.

There’s a special red and white pair that you wear only on gamedays because they are the same colour as your Momma and Tantes’ jerseys.

You don’t have them with you now but you do have a blue one which you hold out to Tante Syd.

There is a soft smile on her face as she understands what you want and kneels down so you can reach her ponytail.

You pin the bow there and your favourite Tante lifts you up onto her hip.

‘Let’s go find your Momma now okay? I want to show her how pretty you’ve done my hair.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

danke - thank you

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

[littledollll]

Come morning

Lucifer Morningstar x angel!reader

A/n: i rly like this little thing. I’m living for soft Lucifer like always. I hope you are too! Also, happy three kings day to all those who celebrate:)

Warnings: slightly sad, mostly fluff. Kisses, cuddling, Small mention of Lucifer’s fall. Tell me if I missed anything.

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“I have to go, my angel..” you spoke softly at the devil laying over you. A noise of complaint came from their chest, similar to a whine but definitely more raspy with sleep.

Lucifer’s arms wrapped around your waist, forcing you to arch up just slightly your back, which was surprisingly more comfortable than you imagined.

A few soft, open-mouthed kisses were littered all over your torso, down your chest and the soft skin of your stomach. Their strong arms were holding you so gently.

Their head laid over your stomach, with almost no weight to it. You could tell they were forcing themselves up, attempting not to crush you under their weight but still holding you down.

“Mm.. no, you don’t.” They muttered, looking up at you through their stunning blonde lashes with a look you could only compare to puppy eyes.

“…I should.” They nodded in agreement. “But you don’t need to.., and I don’t want you to.”

You chuckled, bringing one hand to carefully play with their messy curls. “You’re always getting me into trouble, my angel.” They hummed. “Maybe it would make you stay here with me.”

You’ve debated that. More than a thousand times over and over in your mind. Lucifer knows.

“…it’s selfish of me, I know.” They admit quietly against the warmth of your skin. “I can admit to being a little selfish.”

“Being a little selfish is okay sometimes. I understand, my love. You know I’d like to always be by your side.”

“It’s not that I want you to suffer the same fate that I did. No, never…” They felt the need to make that clear, as if you didn’t know already.

You hummed and gently cupped their face, tilting their head up just a bit. “One day, I will be here to go to sleep and wake up with you, to annoy and follow you around all the time, every single day until you tire of me. Soon enough, my angel…”

“You could never annoy me.” Lucifer mumbled as they nuzzled against your hand. “I do adore that that’s the one part you decided to focus on from everything else I said.”

Lucifer sighed, “I wouldn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Well it’s a promise. Can you trust in me, that I will keep that promise?”

It sounded dumb, but really it gave them a bit of comfort, and helped reassure them. Lucifer knows you’d never break a promise. Your word is always true. “..okay.”

“Thank you, pretty one. Now it’s time for me to go.”

Lucifer placed another small kiss on your stomach before begrudgingly letting go of their hold of you and sitting up.

They watch you slip on your robes, and with gentle hands helped you with tying them appropriately. “Like they were never off.” They whispered, admiring your form once you redressed.

You hummed, leaning down to kiss their cheek, jaw and temple before you met their awaiting lips. “Nothing in this or any universe could ever compare to the love I hold for you, my angel. Never forget it.”

“Perhaps the love I have for you would be a fair competitor.” Their smile reached their eyes with your words. It would never stop being your favorite sight.

“You can only hope, my angel.”

[juuuulez]

Hello :) Carl x F!Greene!Reader, Reader and Carl had been pining for each other since they met at the farm but they haven't had a chance to talk about it TO CONFESS so basically more than friends but no label. Back in s5e15 Carl chases Enid when he spots her climbing over the wall. And in the tree scene where they almost kissed, Reader somehow spots them(was on a walk to relieve stress) I am such a sucker for ANGST. You have full reign of how the story will go! Ty v much :))

Little Pleasures.

info: S5Carl x Greene! Reader, technically no pronouns used but u can fill that in mentally, kids being stupid.

summary: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimes’ boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.

this was soooo cute to write!!! plss send more request i loved doing this!

You’ve learnt to enjoy the little things in life.

Seeing your sister, Maggie, happy with Glenn filled you with joy. Carol would sometimes bring over cookies, and promised to teach you the recipe. Once Daryl found an old music box while on a supply run, and brought it back for you.

But your favourite little pleasure? Well, that was easily Carl Grimes.

Whenever you were sad, he’d notice, and let you read his comics. He was perceptive like that, and could sense your emotions from a mile away. Maybe he, too, felt this deep sense of sadness, an ache that never went away.

After the death of your father and sister, that ache became all consuming. Some days you couldn’t bare to get up, and yet those where the days Carl turned up, standing on your porch. Throwing stones at your window.

Once again, it was these little things that made life worthwhile. You liked to think that Carl enjoyed your company as much you did his.

Sure, back at the prison Beth had egged you to make a move on him, as it was no denying how the sheriff’s boy made your heart sore. Back then, it was a silly little crush, one you’d indulge in just to pass the time. But now it was impractical. Seeing everybody you loved perish numbed you, and growing attached to Carl would only result in further turmoil.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

So why did seeing Carl with Enid hurt so much?

Whenever you were particularly sad, a walk seemed to help. Except for now, crouched behind a bush watching Carl and Enid hiding in a tree, their faces inches away. It made you feel sick.

Why was he with her? Did she have something you didn’t? Was she prettier? Could understand his comics better?

Your mind ran rampage, the embarrassing feeling of hot tears spilling into your cheeks. This was pathetic. You’d sworn that Carl meant nothing to you, and yet you couldn’t handle seeing him with someone else.

In a hurry, you took off, scurrying back to Alexandria. No more walks. No more going outside. No more little pleasures.

That was until late at night, when the familiar tapping on your window returned.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

“Stop it!” You shout, moving to pry your window open just before Carl can throw another stone. It makes your insides feel warm and fuzzy, the sight of him standing there, hair messy under his hat. You’d missed him.

“Will you come down?” He asks in a plea, speaking in this whisper-shout in an attempt not to wake the whole neighbourhood. “I haven’t seen you all day. Thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

Your jaw clenches, wanting nothing more than to banish him from your sight. “Maybe I just don’t want to talk to you.”

It was harsh, childish venom dripping from your tone as you slam the window shut, the harsh action vibrating against the wall. Sniffling, wiping messily at your eyes, you sat back down on your bed.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

You groan into your pillow, rolling onto your stomach and kicking your legs against the bedding. Why won’t he give up?

At your lack of response, there’s silence. It sounds like Carl’s gone home. Good. Now you can avoid him all day, all night, and never have to see him that close to Enid again. She can have him.

Only a few minutes later there’s a knocking at your door. You tilt your head out of the pillow, looking across the room. However, before you can give permission, the door is opening, revealing Carl once more.

“I said I didn’t want to talk to you!” You scold him, and in a fit of aggression, throw your pillow over at the boy.

He catches it seamlessly, throwing it into the bed as he approaches you. “Why the hell not? I got a new edition of Hawkeye. Thought you’d want to read it.”

“Why don’t you read it with Enid?” You mumble, turning away from him to face the opposite wall. This all seems so childish and stupid, the exact thing you wanted to avoid by distancing yourself from Carl.

There’s a beat of silence.

The bed dips slightly, a warm presence filling the space next to you. It takes everything within your power not to look at him.

“Enid doesn’t like comics,” Carl tells you, his voice quiet and sincere, like he can sense how upset you are no matter how irrational. “I wanted to see you today. But you’ve been avoiding me lately.”

You roll your eyes, and with one motion, fall back onto your bed with a huff. “I thought I didn’t want to be near you. Incase… I started enjoying it too much.”

You’re met with silence again, like an indication to continue. At least, that’s how you take it.

“Something bad’s gonna happen, Carl. It always does. And I don’t want… to be too sad, when you get hurt. Or when I get hurt.”

There’s a gentle thud as Carl falls back onto the bed, laying next to you over the covers. You don’t look at him, but he’s looking at you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, “It’s okay to be scared… but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do things that make you happy.”

You don’t respond, too embarrassed to admit the feelings that have been eating you up inside. The words you can’t seem to push past your lips, no matter how hard you try.

Luckily, Carl does it for you.

“Do I make you happy?”

It’s an innocent question, yet makes your face flush red, ashamed that he’s been able to pick you apart so easily. If your reaction wasn’t obvious enough, you meekly nod in confirmation.

If you were facing Carl, you’d see the smile that spread across his face.

“You make me happy, too. More than you could understand.” He tells you, an admission that warms your heart.

Finally, you look over at him, and find that Carl is closer than you anticipated. He’s taken his hat off, resting further on the bed, brown hair messily splashed out on the sheets.

A smile of your own makes its way onto your face, feeling understood in a way that’s become so foreign. This couldn’t get any better.

Until it did.

“Can I… kiss you?” Carl asks, an innocent request that reignites that fire within you, the one you’ve been ignoring for so long.

When you speak, it comes out in a nervous whisper, “Please.”

For the first time in months, you’ve found something that truely makes you happy. A little pleasure above all.

The way Carl gently places his lips on yours, hands cupping your face like it were made from porcelain, that you may shatter under his fingers. He’s nervous, but that’s okay. You’re nervous, too.

You could definitely get used to this.

[badaspebble]

ah i’m loving your writing~!! i would like to request something where reader is a trainee on a survival show, since swf dancers often become judges, bada being a judge/mentors, and maybe reader gives her secret love letters? or flirts with her off camera because she has a crush. it doesn’t haven’t to be a whole oneshot or something headcanons would be cool too ! ty~

✎ To My Secret Admirer

A/N: Hey babe! Thank you for the compliment and the ask 🫶🏽. I hope you’re doing well. This is like super short and rushed I’m sorry :(

Warnings: Swearing. It’s all just fluff.

Bada Lee x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Who am I?” Those are the first thoughts you had when you saw her. She was beautiful. Absolutely fucking captivating. Her tall stature made her seem unapproachable, but Bada was really just a giant puppy. Who were you? A contestant who was hopelessly in love with this woman. You were somebody that couldn’t have her, right? You pondered on that thought until you were reminded of the way her face would light up when she found your notes towards her. Your notes, not anybody else’s. Of course, she didn’t actually know it was from you, but let’s be honest. You’re way too obvious when you’re around her.

Tripping over nothing? Are you serious? Stuttering when you’re trying to impress her? Lord. Even if she was blind with no sense of anybody taking a liking to her, she would still know it was from you. Might as well write your name on them too. It wasn’t long until you remembered that did actually know.

The little glances towards you, along with the way she’d take any chance to be in contact with you…it made you keep going. You were glad you did, because you started receiving notes too. They weren’t much, but every single word that was written on them really brightened your day.

It would be stuff like “You look so beautiful today,” or funnier ones like “Your hair looks so good! (Please kiss me)” and “Tbh you shouldn’t let others perceive you in my honest, humble opinion that is not biased :)”

You especially loved those ones. Communicating through notes was good at first, but you craved her direct attention. You wanted her eyes on you, wanted her to smile while talking to you.

You’ve been recently feeling very courageous, sending more bold things her way. You’ve even left your lipstick mark on your newest letters. You figured since she basically already knew, might as well go up to her.

Your eyes were glued onto her as you walked up, ignoring the conversation she’s having. Which was a bit rude, but who knows when you’ll be this brave again. You took a deep breath as she turned to you, and swallowed harshly.

“H-“ Your voice cracked, embarrassing you even further. You both just stared at each other after that, with Bada trying not to laugh and you trying not to run away while looking at her blankly.

You didn’t try to speak again, but Bada thankfully spoke up. “Hey..” She smirked, holding in her laugh. Your voice was cute, and it still sounded cute with your voice crack. You were adorable. “How’s your routine going?” She asked, still smiling bright while trying not to laugh.

You swallowed again, threatening whichever higher being that existed to not let you embarrass yourself again. “It’s good…uhm it would’ve been better if you were there to help..” You coughed awkwardly.

Bada looked at you, slowly letting her smile brighten even more, if that was even possible. “Was that your attempt at flirting?” She said with a giggle.

You just looked at her and pursed your lips. “Anyways..” You said, turning your body around and walking away.

You heard Bada’s laughter behind you as it slowly got louder the closer she got. “Don’t run!” More laughter followed. “I thought it was cute, I pinky promise.” She grabbed your arm, turning you around to meet her twinkling eyes. “How about I teach you some stuff later? My studio is just around the corner.”

You looked up at her, letting a shy smile take over your face. “Are you sure that’s even allowed? You’re gonna get me kicked off this thing.” You say jokingly, avoiding her stare.

“I won’t let them. Don’t tell anybody but…you’re my favorite.” She leaned in to whisper jokingly, before she giggled.

Swallowing harshly, you finally met her eyes. “Okay..” You mumbled, still a little bit unsure. You felt her pat your head, subtly messing up your hair and running away as you noticed. “Hey! Bada??” You yell out, hearing her giggles down the hallway.

Sighing, you fixed your hair as you felt your heartbeat increase. Would she actually take the time out of her day to teach you? Are you guys just going to ignore the fact that you’ve been sending letters to each other? You laughed at that, not realizing how weird it sounded out loud.

You sat on the ground next to the set, realizing you don’t have her number nor do you have the location of her studio. “Am I a dumbass?” You laughed at yourself, probably looking crazy as hell. You were about to get up and wallow in your self pity as you walked home until you heard a motorcycle in the distance. It rolled up to you before slowly stopping. You were about to tell them to fuck off before they took their helmet off, revealing Bada.

“Are we in a movie?” Was the first thing you said. “This is the most cliche thing ever.” You continued saying, looking at her in disbelief. Her smile graced her face as she laughed. “Just get on, I promise it’s not that far.”

She handed you a helmet as you looked at her in even more disbelief. “Girl…” You mumbled, putting the helmet on and sitting behind her. She started off going slow before revving her bike and going faster. “How do you even know my head size? That’s very weird of you.” You yelled so she could hear you over the wind.

Silence followed, and you guess she might’ve not heard you. “…Next question.” You finally heard her mumble. You laughed, the arms holding her waist securely started to hug her tighter as you rested your head on her back despite the helmet. It was quiet the rest of the way, both of you just basking in the comfort of each other.

It wasn’t long before you made it to her studio. She was fast as she got off her bike, taking her helmet off before pulling you off too. You giggled despite yourself, loving how unnecessary that entire act was.

Bada played it cool after that. “Yeah I’m like super strong and stuff. I workout occasionally…you know.”

You looked at her. So much for playing it cool. You tried really hard to keep in your laugh, your face turning red and your eyes looking anywhere but her.

“Interesting…” You said while giggling subtly. “Yeah..” Bada said with an awkward cough. “Anyways, let’s go in.” She hurriedly switched the subject, ushering the both of you inside. Once you both settled your stuff, you looked at each other. “Soooo…” You looked around.

Bada looked at you sheepishly, looking kind of guilty. “To be honest, I only did this so I could spend time with you..” She mumbled, looking like a kicked puppy as she looked around.

Smiling, you sat on the floor facing the mirror. You patted the spot next to you. “So let’s get to know each other some more..”

Bada giggled again, looking like she just won a million bucks as she sat next to you. The night went on, as the both of you talked about anything. From favorite colors, to wondering if aliens exist, to theories about the multiverse.

“Do you think we’d meet in every universe?” You questioned. Bada looked at you, her eyes sparkling brightly as she took in you, your soul…your existence in her life. “I would hope so…I think you’re the only one I’d want to meet in every universe.”

She held your hand, interlocking your pinkies together as you guys giggle. “You're actually probably stalking me in every universe” Bada says jokingly.

You look at her with wide eyes and an offended expression. “Way to ruin the moment dummy..”

A/N: Tony Ann is so perfect to listen to whenever I write. Def check him out

[sleepyhead0720]

cna you write Sanji x reader, where Sanji is jealous. So reader wanna buy something for Sanji a birthday and aks zoro to help her with blade knowledge ( she wanna buy him a good kitchen knife) , bur he aussumes she has a crush ?

Sure! Ty for requesting<33

Masterlist

I love you, not him

You have had a crush on a certain love cook for a while. Long enough for Zoro to notice the obvious lovesick looks you sent to him,

“Oi, out of everyone why that swirly brows?

“H-huh??”

When zoro approached you about it,

You finally caved in and asked for his help.

“His birthday is coming up, could you help me?”

“Why me??”

“Because you know the most about blades and since I want to get Sanji some new cooking materials I need your help! Besides I don’t wanna get teased by nami or Robin”

He agreed once you promised him to buy him a lil something for his birthday too

So once the ship docked the two of you went to explore the island together in search of cooking materials

On your way off the ship though, you felt like you were being watched by someone.

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“Zoro! What about this one??”

You waved the sharp object around

“No, it’s too long, and stop waving it around!”

He grabbed your hand to stop you before grabbing the knife and putting it back

You sighed

“We’ve been to five shops and we haven’t gotten a single knife for his birthday!”

“We’ll find one eventually if ya stop complaining!”

You glared at him

“Oi y/n..”

“Yea? Did you find one??”

“No, but that love cook has been following us for the past 30 minutes”

He whispered

“What?? SAN-mph!”

He covered your mouth

“SHH! He’ll hear us!”

You slapped his hand away

“Since when??”

“Since we excited the ship”

“And you didn’t say anything??”

He shrugged

“But I think I have a theory,”

“And what’s that?”

He gestured for you to get closer as he leaned down to whisper something to you

“I think that love cook is a little jealous”

You blushed at the thought

‘Jealous? No way! Does he even like me back??’

You turned to face Zoro with blush still on your face which got even worse once you saw movement in a certain bush

“W-why do you think that??”

“Oh Cmon I know you aren’t that stupid to not notice the extra attention he gives you, especially the glares he gave me once we left together toward the first shop”

“H-he did??”

He sighed

“Yes”

You covered your mouth in attempt to hide your blush

“Well moving on, I think I saw a pretty good knife in that shop right there,”

He pointed at a nearby shop

You calmed down you blush as you nodded, heading to the shop

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As you carefully placed the knife in a safe box you couldn’t help but think about what Zoro told you,

‘Extra attention? To me??’

You always thought he didn’t really like you since he was a little more quiet around you, that’s why you wanted his present to be special! And because your slight crush on the cook

When you and Zoro got back from the shopping, you payed a little more attention on Sanji’a behavior, and that’s when you realized that what Zoro said, was true

‘Maybe he really does like me’

You tried not to think about it much since you didn’t want to get your hopes up just in case

Zoro really was helpful the whole day so you decided to give him a little something since he was so much help

You looked yourself on the mirror and eventually got lost in your own thoughts

“Y/n-swan? Are you in here?”

Sanji’s voice interrupted your thoughts

“Yea m here! I’ll come down in a sec!”

You said not looking back as you fixed your makeup/hair

“Y/n-swan! You look lovely as always!”

He said with little hearts in his eyes

“Ah thanks Sanji! Oh! And happy birthday to you birthday boy”

He smiled back warmly

“Ah your too kind y/n-san!”

You giggled

“Oh! I totally forgot! Here”

You grabbed the safe box and gently gave it to him

“I wanted to give you this a little early because I just couldn’t wait!”

“Y/n-san! You shouldn’t have!”

You smiled back at him

“I had to! You deserve it after all!”

He took the box and softly opened it to reveal a sharp yet shiny knife inside along with a little note that read, ‘Happy birthday lover boy’

He blushed softly

“W-when did you get this?”

“Oh I got it yesterday when I got off the island!”

“But you were with Zoro the whole time!”

You tilted your head

“Yea… to get you this, Zoro is an expert on everything sharp yknow?”

You looked at him curiously

“Wait, how’d you know I was with him the whole time?”

He looked down as if he was ashamed

“I-erm…may have thought that you had a crush on that moss head and gotten a little jealous…. Just a little though!”

Your eye’s widened

He stayed quiet blush growing in his cheeks

“I-l…I sorta have got feelings for you y/n-san,”

He kept looking down as if waiting to get rejected

You blushed hard

“I…you do?”

He nodded,still not looking at you

You softly smiled

“M glad! Because I do too!”

He looked at you shocked

“Really?”

“Really”

He kept looking at you, as if expecting something, anything!

“A-and you aren’t kidding?”

“Nope!”

You smiled and carefully approached him before wrapping your arms around him

He hesitantly returned the gesture, both of you still blushing hard

“I love you, not him”

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Sorry this is so long-

[mikeysbabygirl]

Mikey is the type to have a crush and won’t do shit about it, but then you get a boyfriend and he’ll beat the fuck out of him and go "i dIdn’t dO shIt" like 'bitch, you still got the blood on yo hands'

But like think about the sex afterward like 😩 i don’t like you or anything, i just fuck you like you’re the only one i need. I swear i don’t like you… i just hold you abit too long after we’re done. Of course it was a mistake, it won’t happen again… until you got a new bitch, in that case, he better know how to catch these hands.

Please I'd be such a whore for him such a cocksucker such an open-

Word count : near to 1000

But YES, I can totally see him denying it 'til his last breath.

Kanto manji were his darkest days, Manjiro had lost it all, family, friends, you were the only one who he let stay.

Well, not really let, but you were too stubborn to leave no matter how blood stained were his deeds. You promised, to yourself, to Shin, and to him to always stay, and you would.

And everyone he allowed to stay around him, mainly the Kanto members could see the invisible red strings tying you together, it seems you two were the only oblivious ones.

No he couldn't afford love, he could not afford happiness.

Those nights were full of lures, no matter how beautiful you looked in his bed, face lit by the moonlight seeping through the window. Yet another slip, another lingering touch of yours in his face got you wrapped in the bedsheets he only yearned to when you were around.

But the morning comes and the other side of the bed would be cold, and you'd leave with grace once again, no word, no question marks.

The ghost of his touches still stinging over your flesh, and you wearing them proudly as your battle scars. Because if he was the king in the darkness, you were his soldier.

Yet someday you'll figure out you deserved better, you'll understand you lost yourself trying to find him, and remove the dagger of him from your heart, start the healing process.

But he never thought that day would come that fast...

Watching from not that far, watching the fire in you burning again after the frozen kingdom he put you through, watching another man lighting you up.

He should be happy for you, he should acknowledge he's no good for you... Instead he felt like losing the last string tying him to life, the path to that dimly lit candle only burning when your hands are on him.

-" What the hell you doin' here ?" You frowned seeing the Haitani brothers coming toward you and your date in the park , Ran couldn't quite tell anything. He liked you a lot, he also knew it was wrong, that you deserved better, but it was his boss' order after all.

-" C'mon, just come with us, don't make it harder than it already is. " That was Rindou, gently grabbing your arm to make you stand up, you glanced up at your date of the night, he stood up, probably ready to stop the Haitani brothers but his face fell as soon as another shadow appeared in the park, some steps away from your bench.

-" Manjiro... ?"

You tried freeing yourself from the boys holding you, no use, their grip was firmer now. Standing in front of you two, Mikey could practically hear the million questions your eyes were sending him, behind the deafening cries of his demons, therefore his eyes never left your new boy toy.

His eyes only crossed yours for a second, stealing your breath before they met Ran's purple one's again. A nod, just a nod from him and they were already dragging you away.

Yes, he was the king of madness. But he would rather not stain your innocence. Because villains are not born, they're made of insecurities, of hopes that someday someone would love their monstrous side, and you seemed to do.

No question marks, again. When he would come back later to his bedroom where the boys have locked you, under his command, sure, hands all bloody, you knew better than to ask, wasn't even the first time.

-" It can't go on this way "

-" I know" he'd whisper, forehead against yours, bloody knuckles caressing your soft cheeks.

-" You should let me go " you'd utter between two feverish kisses.

-" I wish I fucking could. "

Then he'd be laying you down on his bed, feather-like touches, hesitant fingers, blood stained fingers.

-" That's it, cum for me" another kiss on your throbbing clit would bring you closer to your high.

And the dark night in his eyes was a starry one when he looked at your body under him, sinking deeper in you and throwing his head back.

Funny how, it was in the tightest corner of you that he finally felt accepted, enough.

-" Feel me here ?" Calloused hand reached to place yours over the bulge in your lower belly, you nodded, lightheaded with pleasure. " Only I can love you this deep "

-" Say it. Say this pretty pussy's mine. "

Soft kisses on your left breast.

-" Say there's only me in this fucking heart "

No, he would not say the suffocating words in his throat.

But he would hold you close the night. Do what people do when they can't sleep, stargazing, but at your sleeping face.

Murderous arms around you careful not to crush you as if you were made of glass.

His hands a weapon, and you were nothing but skin, and someone else could probably make you happier.

But then you open your sleepy eyes to look at him, and you're again, part of his flesh he could not rip away.

-" Sleep. " His dark glance commands. "Worry not. Ain't got nowhere better to go"

[reads4hotch]

little crush

aaron hotchner × fem!BAU!reader

summary: you're tired of your boss, and best friend, not making a move on you no matter how much he wants to, so one night you decide to take matters into your own hands.

warnings: dirty talk, kinda smutty, alcohol consumption, heavy make out, reader is going commando, pls tell me if i'm missing something

note: i was telling @ihavemanyhusbands about having ✨dirty thoughts✨ about hotch during my class and i promised to share my ideas w her. and while editing my doc i ended up with this piece. the first piece i managed to fully write and finish since my writer's block started 2 years ago and i couldn't be happier (or more nervous) about it. also hi @beelmons this is it🙈 i love you guys too fucking much pls, ty for everything🥺💖

note 2: also, this started as one of the chapters for the series i'm writing of bau!bestfriend!reader w Hotch where they would have sex for the first time, buuuuut since i ended up discarding this idea, i thought i could share this piece with you. hope u enjoy!💖

two days into a case with almost no leads, aaron felt the stress consuming him. and apparently it was too obvious for everyone. the first thing coming out of your lips when you entered his hotel room in the middle of the night, fully aware that he was still awake, had been an:

“damn Hotchner, the stress is really ‘bout to eat you alive, huh?” you said teasingly.

this wasn’t rare. you were comfortable around him and he was comfortable around you. you two were friends, good friends actually, and had been for a while now. there was no one in the world he trusted more than you, and moments so casual yet so intimate like this were very common between you.

which made him hate even more the tension he felt. you were just keeping him company, having a conversation to try and relax a little from the hard day you two had.

and there he was, fighting every cell on his body to not look at you for too long, to not let his mind wander with images of you towards dangerous territory…

you were giving him such a hard time ever since you walked through his door only wearing a tiny and very delicate silk nightgown and nothing else... not even something underneath it. a detail he had discover while you were walking around the nightstand, the lamp on it illuminating your silhouette so intensely that the thin fabric of your dress became slightly see through. truly, your lack of panties was not that visible, in fact, he probably wouldn’t have noticed if it wasn’t because he was paying too much attention. his eyes had been fixed on you, completely entranced, as you talked on the phone with Morgan over some details of the current case. it felt impossible for him to look away from your figure and he indulged himself for a moment as you were too distracted on the conversation to pay attention to him. or so he thought.

you were now sitting on the border of the small desk in the hotel room, aaron sitting on a chair in front of you, a glass of whiskey in hand and his mind fully fixating on the image of your exposed thighs, since your already short dress had rolled up from the position you were in, barely covering you in the right parts. he cursed himself, feeling awful for objectifying you like this. it was only a stupid, little, simple dress -that made you look hot as hell- and he was losing his head over it.

“now,” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, “i have a very special question for you…”, you said placing your glass of water next to you in the desk.

“shoot”, he answered playfully before taking another sip of his drink. he knew you were down for no good as the mischievous smile appeared on your face.

“how many times have you cum all over your hands while thinking of me?”

he choked on his drink and started coughing. he could hear you chuckling at his reaction.

“YN, no, i-…”

“don’t even try.”

he stared at you for a moment, how could you possibly knew? he was sure he was being cautious, he forced himself to look away from you all the time, he fought so hard against all his urges and desires so no one could learn about them, specially you. but with the confidence that radiated from you he could tell you knew everything, and you have for a while. this wasn’t news to you.

he did his best to fake some confidence, he had to in order to play your game.

“you’re being quite bold” his voice was full of arrogance, taking another sip of his drink before speaking again, “considering the fact that you don’t even know if i like you,” he tried to act -and look- calm, the exact opposite of how he was truly feeling.

“darling, you're not as subtle as you think you are”, the petname fell from your lips like a sweet curse. you had him at the palm of your hands and you knew that… how he had lost his mind the second he saw you for the first time, how crazy for you he was since that day… “i mean, you’re so hard to read, not even an entire team of experts profilers, hell, i bet not even Rossi knows about this little crush of yours”

it wasn’t a little crush and you knew that too. that’s why you were in full control here.

“and yet you saw through me…”, he wanted to believe his disinterest was credible… but he was truly a fool when it came to you.

“i always see through you, darling”, you were outright mocking him, full on using the power you had on him. “c’mon, i learned how to read people’s emotions since i was a little kid. you can surely trick the best agents of the FBI sir, but not me”.

he knew that, from the very beginning. that was probably one of the main reasons why you two became friends so easily. he could pretend perfectly well with the rest of the world, but not with you. if anyone knew how to play pretend it was you, too many times he had witness your acting skills while working a case, the whole team had agreed from the beginning that you could easily go for an acting career if you wanted to and become very successful at it. and if you were capable of faking perfectly, you were capable of knowing when someone else was faking as well. which is why he now felt stupid for even daring to think he could hide his feelings from you.

“mmm, i’m sorry sweetie, but i couldn’t keep waiting for you to find the courage to do something about this anymore…”, you touch the tip of his nose gently with a small bop! he took in a sharp breath, trying to clear his mind to do something.

“YN, YN, this isn’t right. that’s why i did nothing about it. do you know how much this could jeopardize your career? what everyone will say if they find out that you and me… your boss… that we…” but once again, your laugh interrupted him.

“that can only happen if they find out”, the smirk never left your face, leaning towards him to talk in a more intimate way, “so tell me, aaron hotchner, are you good at keeping secrets?” the teasing in your voice, the way your face was so close to him he could admire perfectly every little detail of your features…, how was he supposed to act rationally and not give in to his desires when you looked so fucking beautiful?

“cat ate your tongue?” you chuckled, leaning back to your old position, pulling him out of his trance, “c’mon Hotchner, you didn’t answer my first question”

what was he to do now? he was doomed. there was not scaping this anymore. and to be honest he was beginning to question why did he do it in the first place. the memories of those long nights he pleasured himself at the thought of you came rushing in on his mind… fuck it.

he swallowed the knot that was forming on his throat, “too many to count”, he whispered, completely unable to look at you.

“mm, sorry, i couldn’t hear you, what?” you mocked him.

“too many to count” he finally let out looking up just to catch your very much amused expression, “i’ve had thought about you in… not very appropriate ways… too many times to count”.

your malicious smile only grew wider at his confession.

“would you like to show me what you’ve thought about?”, you said in a sweet and innocent tone, leaning towards him and placing your hands on his chest, looking at him through your lashes.

“are you sure you want this?” he put his hands on top of yours, pressing them gently against him.

instead of replying you leaned forwards again, your face was so close to his he could feel your breath on his skin, you tilted your head slightly so your nose could caressed up his jawline delicately until your lips reached the level of his ear, almost touching it, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Oh, he was doomed.

you felt him tense as you whispered: “are you sure you don’t want to bury your cock inside me?”.

suddenly it became hard to breath, words and oxygen stuck inside him as a raging desire traveled through his body, making it impossible for him to hold back the loud groan that came out of his mouth.

he straightened himself on his sit, then left his drink next to yours on the desk, “talk to your boss with more respect”, the usual commanding tone he used at work made its appearance, he was clearly trying to take back some of the control.

“is that what you want from me sir? to respect you?”, you inclined your head slightly, the purest most innocent look in your eyes, although the look on his face told you he didn’t buy your little act at all.

“yes”, his intense gaze burning into your skin.

“then i’d be more than happy to do anything you want me to, sir, out of respect, obviously”.

you gave in. closing the little distance left between you and capturing aaron’s lips in a passionate kiss. you felt his hands on your waist first, traveling south to grab your thighs, pulling them gently. you understood the message, moving to straddle him, feeling how his firm strong legs gave support to your body as you adjust yourself on top of him.

breathlessly the two of you pulled away breaking the kiss, but not even seconds later his hands grabbed your face to pull you into another kiss. he was desperate and it showed. but honestly? so were you.

with the new position you couldn’t help moving your hips against his, rubbing your bare cunt against the growing bulge inside his pants, pleasure growing inside you with every move.

“such a fucking tease”, he said as your mouth moved to his cheek and then to his neck, placing gentle kisses all over him, “what shall i do with you?” his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you still. you moaned at the pressure on your bare clit against the soaked fabric of his pants.

“anything you want, sir”, you stop your attention on his neck to look at him, and he couldn’t help but groan at the sight of you biting your lower lip expectantly, your hands wandering all over his chest.

“how?”, he guided your hips, pressing you harder against his crotch, a moan scaping your lips from the pleasure it created, “like a good girl or like a slut?” it was his time to tease you now, guiding you again to keep grinding on him. you threw your head back at the pleasure, exposing your neck to him. he couldn’t wait to leave marks all over it.

“trust me sir, for you, i could be anything”, you answered almost breathlessly, your movements becoming more eager by the second, “because i love being a good girl”, you looked at him again with that pure, innocent face of yours before rotating your hips on him, making him moan.

“good girls don’t dress like whores for their boss to see”, the small smack of his massive hand on your ass made you moan louder than before.

“can you blame me? i can’t help to be a slut for you”, your hands traveled to his hands, guiding them to your hips, where the edge of your nightgown stood, “but if you don’t like it, we can take it off…”, you looked to him through your lashes once again, knowing perfectly well the effect it had on him, guiding his hands to pull up your dress at a painfully slow pace.

“no”, he stop your movements, “not until i’ve fucked the shit out of you in it”.

“mm yes sir, please, please do it”, rubbing yourself against him with a new-founded intensity.

“you want me to fuck you?” his hands started to wander dangerously around your waist and up your body.

“oh...-oh! yes sir, please, pleaseee” he was making you desperate, desperate for his touch, desperate for more.

“where?” he chuckled at your pitiful sounds as he finally grabbed your breasts with harshness, pinching and twisting both of your nipples.

“anywhere! i’m entirely yours... fuck, wow!” you were almost screaming and he knew he could come just from seeing you fall apart from his touch.

“first, you’re going to be a good slut and suck me off,” he stopped your moves and laugh at the groan you let out in protest at the interrupted pleasure, “are we clear?” the firmness in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“yes sir,” you couldn’t help but pout at him, his hands keeping you in your place, unable to move. one of his hands left your waist to softle caress your cheek.

“can i come in your mouth?” this time his voice was softer.

“yes sir,” aaron was impressed at the effect you took on him, one look at you and he was a goner. and now the idea of what he was about to do was painfully pleasant, “but, only on one condition” you interrupted his train of thoughts, your hands fiddling with the first button of his shirt,.

“what is it?” anything. for you, he would do anything.

but he certainly wasn’t ready to hear your request.

“that you pretty please come inside me later” you said in the sweetest tone he had ever heard. he could hardly swallow and you had to fight the urge not to smile triumphantly at the shock on his face.

“are you sure?” he asked nervously. god, you were the end of him.

“yes sir, very”

“you shouldn’t have told me that”

“why, sir?”

“because now i’m going to make sure all of your holes are always full, how does that sound?” now it was his time to mock you as you loudly moaned at his proposal.

“oh! sounds perfect sir, please” you desperately tried to free yourself from his control to grind yourself against him again.

“you truly are the biggest cumslut i’ve ever met, i haven’t even fuck you yet and you already want to dry me entirely”, he chuckled at your poor attempts to get some pleasure.

“for you only, sir”, you started blinking fast, a look on seduction of your face. he smiled knowingly. you were trying to coerce him into letting you move again.

“i can’t wait to have my seed flooding out of you”, he said caressing your face with one of his hands, his thumb ghosting over your lips.

“mmm, sir, please, stop teasing”, you pouted after you tried to capture his thumb with your lips and he quickly put it away.

“fuck, you really want that, do you?” he truly was surprise at how you seemed to go feral with the idea of him filling you with his cum. and god was he happy to fulfill that wish of yours.

“yes sir, please, i want nothing more”, you pleaded.

“prove it then, on your knees”.

[lionlena]

We don't love each other (PedroPascalxreader) angst! Part II

A/N: I can't believe I wrote ANGST. It breaks my heart. All because of this one gif. In my imagination, Tyler looks like Tyler Hoechlin.

Summary:  You and Pedro are: friends with benefits, for many years. Your layout is simple and clear. You don't love each other. You're friends on a daily basis, you take care of each other... Sometimes you sleep together. You go on dates with other men and Pedro doesn't mind. Everything is simple until you accidentally hear Oscar say that Pedro loves you. Then you decide to tell him the truth and you ruin everything.

Warnings: angst!!! smut, mentions of sex, friends with benefits, sad, broken hearts, age difference (reader is 15 years younger than Pedro)

A/N: This part is shorter and please... Don't be angry. I know some of you want a happy ending and I promise you will get it, but not yet.

*

Part II

It is said that mourning has 5 stages. Of course you knew Pedro was alive, but you felt you had lost him forever. So you started going through each stage one by one.

1. Denial

That's what you felt right after the fight with Pedro, when you cried alone. You didn't believe what he said. He was just drunk and didn't mean it at all. It was the alcohol fault.

You knew it was a lie. You've seen him drunk many times. He was the type to just get sleepy and cuddle more. He was never aggressive and was always aware of what he was saying.

2. Anger

You felt it as soon as you entered the house. You threw your suitcase furiously against the wall and started screaming.

How the fuck was he dare acting like this?! Fucking selfish. His age argument was ridiculous. The difference between the two of you wasn't that large. You were an adult. Damn, you were a mature woman! Leave that point for Leonardo!

And his fucking fame! There have been times in the past that your photos have appeared on gossip sites. You didn't care too much about it. But maybe it was him, he didn't want to ruin his image with someone like you.

3. Bargaining

Once you had calmed down, you sat down on the couch and while you drank another glass of wine, you began to analyze everything. It didn't have to be the end. You don't have to love him and he doesn't have to love you. You can still be friends without sex... Or with sex. Sometimes. Once a year. For so many years your system has been running like a well-oiled machine. You can still undo everything, right? If only you'd stayed at the door a few minutes more. If you had heard Pedro's whole conversation with Oscar.

4. Depression

You decided to spend all your holiday crying. For three days you lay on the couch and hardly moved. A pile of used tissues has gathered around you. There were two empty wine bottles and an ice cream wrapper under the table. There was a pile of dirty dishes in the sink. But you really didn't care. You wanted to disappear. Just turn to dust like the people in "Avengers: Infinity War" after Thanos snapped his fingers.

You remembered how you made Pedro watch all the Marvel movies with you. He was teasing you so much about your crush on Captain America.

"You'll see, one day, I'll deliberately star in some movie with Chris Evans  to make you die of envy!"

Another loud sob escaped your lips. You were about to hide under the blanket when the doorbell rang. You were surprised. You didn't order food, you didn't wait for anyone... Your heart jumped like crazy.

It's Pedro! Of course "your" Pedro would come to you eventually. You quickly ran to open the door and your heart dropped to your feet.

"Ty?"

"Hey, Y/N." Your ex-boyfriend looked worried at you. "Can I go in?"

You were so shocked that you just shrugged and let him in. You sat on the couch and watched Tyler. The man scanned your living room and finally sat down on the coffee table, across from you.

"Y/N are you okay?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. You just didn't believe it was Tyler. And of course he had to be nice and worry about you. What did you expect? You've been together for seven fucking months.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to apologize to you."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You were even more surprised when Tyler grabbed your hands.

"I understand that my proposal might have overwhelmed you. I shouldn't have done it like this. You had the right to feel pressured. I'm so sorry Y/N. I would have come earlier if I had known you were suffering so much."

One sec! Tyler thought your current state was the result of breaking off an engagement. Oh shit! Did he really have to pick the worst moment of your life? You felt like someone hit you on the head, with a hammer.

"Yes?" you asked with weak voice.

"Yes, baby. I'm not angry anymore. I missed you so much."

"Yes?"

Your brain has really stopped working. Tyler unfortunately found it cute and chuckled slightly.

"Yes! We've had so many wonderful moments. How about starting over? Slower this time. Maybe instead of getting engaged, you'd agree to move in together. But I'm not pushing. No pressure this time."

You nodded your head and just like that you were pushed into stage 5: acceptance.

You've lost Pedro. He will never come back to you. You couldn't turn Tyler down again. You had to come to terms with the idea that you would end up with someone you couldn't love. For the rest of your life. At least you won't be alone.

With Tyler's help, you cleaned the apartment and agreed to go for a walk with him because he said the fresh air would do you good. As you walked down the street with him and holding his hand, you still felt a huge emptiness in your chest. That's when you realized you'd never make it to Stage 5. You'd stay "depressed" forever.

*

(Pedro pov )

1. Denial

As Pedro stood on the beach and watched your taxi vanish into the horizon, he just couldn't believe it. All night he denied everything. It didn't happen. He misunderstood you. You didn't mean it. You were drunk. Only he knew you and knew you were serious. Both about loving him and about to leave you alone.

2. Anger

He wiped his tears furiously. Why did he have to be so stupid?! Why did he have to screw everything up? He didn't want to yell at you, he didn't want to break your heart, and most of all, he didn't want you to leave. And at the same time, he had enough. He hated every guy he had to share your lips with. He hated it when you came back to him for another dose of love. For years he told himself he could handle it. That it's better in this way. You didn't love him and you deserved someone better.

He was so consumed with anger that he didn't notice Oscar standing beside him. Well, his friend really had no timing.

"Hey man, what happened?"

Pedro glared at him angrily.

"It just fucking happened that you had to pick the worst possible day to talk about morality!"

"Whoa, slow down!"

Oscar held his hands up, but Pedro continued to press against him.

"Y/N overheard us! She came to me at night and confessed that she loved me, and I..." His voice broke. "I yelled at her... I told her I didn't want to love her..."

"Then why the fuck are you mad at me?! Remember what I told you when I  discovered you have agreement with her?"

"That it's sick and we're both going to suffer."

"Exactly! And now you're standing here taking your anger out on me. I didn't come up with this! You guys got yourself into this. It's not my fault you don't know what you want. How I was supposed to know she loved you... Ok, sometimes I suspected it, but..." Oscar sighed heavily as he saw his friend crying. He pulled Pedro into a hug. "I'm sorry. I know you're hurting, but maybe it's better this way."

Pedro clenched his hands on Oscar's shirt.

"I want her back," he mumbled.

3. Bargaining

Pedro couldn't just stay with the others and keep playing. He apologized to everyone, explaining the sudden need to shoot some scenes for The Mandalorian. Only Oscar and Sarah knew the truth.

When he got to his apartment, he was still analyzing everything. After all, he could still fix everything. You two will go back to your old layout. Eventually you'll realize that you don't love him. He will be able to have a part of you again. He will suffer and he will listen to Oscar's lectures again, but at least his heart will not be so empty.

After three days, he made a decision. He grabbed his car keys and cell phone and decided to go to your place. He parked near your apartment and was about to leave when he saw Tyler come out. You were right behind him. Your ex reached out to you. You smiled slightly and grabbed his hand. He realized that apparently you two are together again. And he hated him. Hated Tyler's square jaw, chiseled stomach, biceps... And he hated himself for being such a pathetic pup who lay down at your feet.

4. Depression

He spent the rest of the day sitting on the couch drinking beer and looking at pictures of you together. He felt as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest. He had years to tell you the truth and he wasted it. So many times he could have tried to change something, but he was too late. He lost you and he was never going to accept that.

* Amor fugado,

( Run away love,)

Me tomas, me dejas, me exprimes, y me tiras a un lado

(You take me, you leave me, you squeeze me and throw me aside)

Te vas a otro cielo y regresas como los colibrís

(You go to another heaven and come back like the hummingbirds)

Me tienes como un perro a tus pies.

(You have me like a dog at your feet)

Labios compartidos, labios divididos

(Shared lips, divided lips,)

(mi amor)

Yo no puedo compartir tus labios

(I can’t share your lips)

Y comparto el engaño y comparto mis días y el dolor

(That I share the deceive and I share my days and the pain)

Ya no puedo compartir tus labios

(I can’t share your lips)

Oh amor, oh amor, compartido

(Oh love, oh shared love)

Mana - Labios Compartidos

@creedslove​ I probably listened this song a hundred times while writing Pedro pov <3

Part I

Part III

[wildflowerluver]

Morgan or Hotch and Valentine’s Day flowers? Your writing is always amazing 🫶🫶🫶

(ty for requesting! i went with morgan <33) fem!reader, no warnings

ʚ♡ɞ

you’re fully expecting to be alone all valentine’s day. not by choice, but rather due to your boyfriend’s work schedule. 

snow falls outside the window and you just threw another log into the fireplace to keep your main source of warmth burning. 

you wished derek was with you to cuddle and block out any of the cold. he was supposed to be home for valentine’s day. he made a firm promise the day before he left and he’s not one to break that.

but you still got the inevitable call this morning. 

you were in bed curled up and not expecting the empty spot next to you when your phone rang. 

derek jumped right into formalities. “i’m sorry, baby. we finished up this morning but all flights are delayed until the storm passes.”

you dropped your head and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

“baby? you still there?”

“yeah i’m here der,” despite the masking you attempted, you knew derek could see right through your facade.

he sighed. “i’m so sorry. i promise i’ll make it up to you.”

you hummed. “get home safe when you can.”

“i will,” derek promised. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

instead of a night filled with dinner, romance, and whatever came after that, you were home alone on the most romantic day of the year. 

until a knock sounds on the door. 

you slide off the couch, quickly pausing the tv and heading to the front door. you don’t have a semblance of an idea of who it could be. not a lot of people wanted to do unexpected drop bys for their friends on valentines day. 

you opened the door. instead of being greeted with the face of a person, you looked out towards a bouquet of flowers: geranium, peony, cosmos, and protea all wrapped up in brown paper. 

the bouquet moves downward to reveal the holder.

derek was grinning, a smile reserved for an occasion as if he planned it. 

“be my valentine?”

you rush forward, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle and burying your face in his chest. your smile is all consuming at the sight of your boyfriend. “what happened? i thought planes were grounded!”

the paper crushes between you but neither of you seem to mind. they’ll find their place in a vase later. all that matters right now is each other. 

derek rocks the two of you back and forth, slowly guiding you into your home.

“come on baby. did you really think i was going to leave you alone on valentines day?”

you peer up at him as a slight pout crosses your lips. “derek…”

“okay okay,” he finally surrenders. “there was a break in the storm that we managed to book our flight for. i was going to send you flowers and have them delivered but i figured giving them to you in person was a lot better.”

you lean up to kiss him firmly, a sign of both love and appreciation. 

“it definitely was.”

[leviathans-watching]

Hiiiii lovely! What if with how Levi is when we meet him and he’s leaving but can still here Mc stupid turns to another brother and says “he’s fucking hot! is he always like that?” then develops a huge very obvious crush on him for the rest of the time there how would all the brothers and Levi react

levi's fkn hot

includes: levi x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated t | m.list

a/n: ty for the req and i hope you enjoy!! mammon is mostly teasing in this i promise, brothers are just like that(tm). my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come say hello!!

please reblog !!

“and who’s this?”

levi stiffens as your eyes find his, boring into his skull with an intensity he’s never felt before. what is thus feeling? what are you looking at him? “i’m leviathan, avatar of envy,” he stutters out, wishing he could flee back to his room.

“he’s the third-born, just under me,” mammon says with a lazy wave of his hand. “but really, he’s just a boring otaku so it’ll probably be best to leave him alone.”

your eyes sharpen at this. levi doesn’t argue, knowing it’s the truth. he’s much happier surrounded by his games and figurines and doesn’t want to get involved with you. shouldn’t want to get involved with you.

“nice to meet you, goodbye,” levi says quickly, turning on his heel and hastening back to his room. he can still hear you and mammon talking, and out of some morbid curiosity he pauses out of sight, wondering what you have to say about him.

“see,” mammon says, “boring. and good for nothing.”

“that’s rude,” you say, and levi wishes he could see your expression.

“what? c’mon,” mammon wheedles. “levi’s just a gross otaku. he’s got no social skills, his only cool power is summoning lotan, and asmo said he was the ugliest out of us all so he doens’t even have good looks.”

“jeez, you’re mean,” you scoff. “while i can’t say anything about the first two points since i don’t know enough, i can tell you you’re wrong on that last part. he’s not ugly. i’d say he’s pretty fucking hot, actually. is he always like that?”

levi can hardly hear mammon’s sputtering over the sound of his blood rushing. not only did you stick up for him but you also thought he was-

he was having an embarrassment overload!

quickly making it back to his room, levi falls into his bed, smashing his heated face into the pillows. god, he was melting. hopefully, you’d continue to feel that way even if you get to know him better.

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[year2000electronics]

As promised Bounty fleek

B]: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

[F]: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you.

*[C] walks in*

[F]: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

————

Cr: I asked [F) out.

[p: Oh, I’m sorry.

[Cr]: Why?

[p: Well, I assume they said no.

[Cr]: No, they said yes.

[p: Really? Then I’m sorry for (F)

————

Jd : You don't need my blessing to go kiss [F) In fact, I was pretty sure you were already kissing [F)!

[cr]: Nope.

[J1]: In that case, as the archbishop of [F]'s fully awakened gaydom, I give you my blessing to immediately leave and rectify that as soon as possible! Go now, my child, and kiss [F) right on the lips!!!

———-

p1]: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed.

[Cr:

[Cr]: I'm gonna tell them.

[F]: Don't you dare.

[Cr]: What? It's not like I'm telling them about our secret relationship, or anything-

[p]: Your secret what?

[F]: NOTHING-

————

F]: Hi.

[p: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

[F]: I did.

[p]: And what did they say?

[F]: “Thank you.”

[p: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

[F]: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and [Cr) said, “Thank you.”

—————-

Cr]: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

[Sh) : Did [F) say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

[Cr: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

—————-

S): Ooh, somebody has a crush

[F]: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on [Cr) I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

F: very much awake: Uh oh.

————-

p1]: Hey, [Cr) are you free on Friday? Like around eight?

[Cr: Yeah.

[p1]: And you, [F]?

[F3]: Umm... yes?

[p]: Great! Because I'm not. You two go out without me. Enjoy your date!

[F]: Did they just-

————-

F]: I didn't drink that much last night.

[C]: You were flirting with [Cr)

[F: so what? They're my partner.

[C]: You asked if they were single.

[C: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

—————

F]: [Cr) annoyed me today so I told them that I can’t wait to see what they have planned for our special day tomorrow.

[B]: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

[F]: But there is something special about watching the color leave their face as panic takes over.

That’s all for now may do shimmer dory again but I hope you enjoyed bounty au incorrect couples quotes.

YESSSSSS the promised fleek!! these were fun ty :]

[incorrectsprolden]

your heartstopper faves if we could see more of their social media accounts lol: 1/? — CHARLIE SPRING

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cfspring: 10 likes and i’ll actually get this tattooed

the.xu.tao: you cant be serious rn

cfspring: like a heart attack🤭

nottorispring: mum would actually kill you

cfspring: whoops lol

nicholaszzzzz: i like it

the.xu.tao: ofc you do 🙄

cfspring: ily❤️❤️❤️

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cfspring: and if i quit school do be a super hot drummer… then what?

nicholaszzzzz: then i’ll be the rockstar’s bf who stands to the side and watches while everyone gets jealous and posts about me on tiktok lol

darcytheegg: this is so oddly specific but i like it #gogays

cfspring: solidarity sister!🫶🏼

saharsguitar: can i be the guitarist?

cfspring: oh of course!!

saharsguitar: period thanks

imogen.heaney: if i’m not your personal stylist charles i will take it so personally (real)

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cfspring: tori is a taurus sun, cancer moon and scorpio rising everyone say happy birthday rn 🫵🏼

[tagged nottorispring in a photo]

michaelholden123: i am once again asking for you to send me this picture 🤲🏼

nottorispring: charlie don’t you dare send it

michaelholden123: but ur so cute let me crop it

tara.jones.xo: i am mildly concerned about tori’s chart lol

cfspring: we all are tbh

itsellesuniverse: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELDER SPRING!

nottorispring: you’re my fave friend of charlie’s

nicholaszzzzz: happy bday to my fave sibling-in-law

nottorispring: you have a brother nick

nicholaszzzzz: yeah but he’s awful lol

nottorispring: this is true

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cfspring: just a couple of boys at the beach <33

[tagged nicholaszzzzz in a photo]

reading_with_isaac: this is so sweet delete it

the.xu.tao: photo credits me

cfspring: photo credit goes to tao besties

darcytheegg: don’t do crime, be gay instead 🏳️‍🌈

cfspring: pinning this immediately‼️

nicholaszzzzz: my darling, my sun, my moon, my love, my favourite person, my best boy!!!!! 💙💙💙

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cfspring: the boys go out (aka buying more books to add to my collection that’ll sit there for like a year) lol

[tagged reading_with_isaac in a photo]

reading_with_isaac: we 8

cfspring: LMAO I JUST GOT THIS😭😭

itsellesuniverse: we want a book haul rn 🔫

cfspring: when i get home i promise ;)

the.xu.tao: how long were you guys in there?

reading_with_isaac: not long enough

imogen.heaney: the friend group has two brain cells and charlie and isaac have them, respectfully

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cfspring: streaming lover by taylor swift 💌🏹🧸❤️

imogen.heaney: YOU LOOK SO GOOD CHARLIE!!!

cfspring: OMG!!! TY GIRL ILY <3

the.xu.tao: why does nick look so lost….

cfspring: he was lost in my adorable smile

nicholaszzzzz: no no, he’s got a point there

saharsguitar: taylor swift okay TASTE

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cfspring: the paris squad does movie night aka tao picks the movie and we all agree without a choice

the.xu.tao: um rude

cfspring: i only speak the truth bestie🫣

michaelholden123: can i be invited next time?

nicholaszzzzz: sure!!! :))

cfspring: please you’re just using this as an excuse to see victoria😭💀

nottorispring: what did you watch this time?

cfspring: tbh don’t remember something tao probably reviewed on letterbox

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cfspring: HELLO I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER!!!

nicholaszzzzz: you’re so adorable ily 💙💙💙

itsellesuniverse: charlie projecting his crush on henry madox for the 2829292929th time

cfspring: they don’t know about my celebrity crush…..

nottorispring: yes we do

tara.jones.xo: everyone knows

darcytheegg: it was kinda obvious charlie boy

the.xu.tao: how you doing @/nicholaszzzzz

nicholaszzzzz: i want to clarify that i was NEVER jealous of henry maddox and he is very attractive and intelligent

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cfspring: ready for london pride!!! 💙💚🤍💙

“we have to do it because we can no longer be invisible. we have to be visible. we should not be ashamed of who we are” – sylvia rivera

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head over heels | robin buckley x reader

(pt four of cliche bucket list but can be read on its own as usual)

description: mixtapes and making out in the rain, you and robin tackle more cliches

warnings: making out, swearing, eight million music references and cheesiness beyond belief. also Robin blushes a lot because this is self indulgent and i think she's a blusher

cliche bucket list masterlist

a/n: this is almost a crack fic is so cheesy, and also ty to @strvngerrose for the music recs, and the anon ive not answered yet, time after time was an inspired idea

...

“-And I like Kate Bush but she doesn’t seem very us and this is our mixtape of course so I opted out of adding Wuthering Heights, even though its a true classic- well, it probably doesn’t count as a classic because it’s not even a decade old yet, but I’m sure it will be-” 

Robin continues somewhat distractedly, flicking through another handful of tapes from the scattered pile around her. She’s leaning back against her bed, your head pillowed on her lap as she talks.

 It's a lovely view from her lap, perfect position to count the freckles dotted across her neck, usually hidden in the shadows of her chin, and you make a mental note to give them more attention the next time you kiss her. The breeze from the open window blows her hair over her eyes occasionally, and distractedly, she pushes it back without ever pausing in her rambling. 

It’s such a pleasure to listen though, pulling a smile to your cheeks each time she glances down self-consciously to voice her fear of boring you, only to be met with your request that she never stop. 

“What do you think of Queen? I like them, but they're not quite the vibe of the rest of the songs on here, are they? I mean, maybe Good Old-fashioned Lover Boy-” 

“Oh definitely,” You voice from her lap, “You’re my lover girl.” 

You watch the red climb her throat, temporarily hiding those little freckles you’ve been enamoured by before it fades away again. She pinches your shoulder in retaliation, but she can't hide that lovely little smile as she returns to the tapes. 

 She’s gone quiet now, flustered out of words for a moment, and instead the room fills only with the staticy intro of Close To Me by The Cure from the radio, and the distant rumbling of thunder outside. You let out a soft sigh at the absence of her raspy voice, but soon melt into the comfortable quiet. 

Blinking past the distracting freckles, your eyes land on her ceiling. It’s littered with little paint chips where old posters have once been hung, large squares just slightly paler than the rest of the ceiling, unblemished by dust. 

You find yourself smiling up at them, trying to guess what they could have been, what middle school Robin listened to, what TV shows she liked.

“Stevie Nicks.” You blurt. 

“I already have Edge of Seventeen written down,” Robin assures without looking down, “And as much as I love and respect that you love the Rumours album, we can’t have songs about breaking up on our first mixtape.” 

“No,” You laugh, reaching up to tilt her chin up, pushing her eyes towards her ceiling gently, “I’m trying to guess what posters you had, and I’m guessing Stevie Nicks.” 

Robin’s frowns slightly, following your eyes to her ceiling and the chipped paint. She blushes softly, nodding a little self-consciously before returning to her tapes and in an attempt to curb her flustered reaction. 

“Oh, everyone had a crush on Stevie Nicks, Rob,” You assure with a light laugh, “No need to act all coy-” 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” She rolls her eyes, reaching down to pinch your cheeks, “If you don’t stop trying to fluster me, I’m going to start adding some of that stuff Eddie recommended-” 

“I’ll behave,” You assure, sitting up and swatting away her hand, “Promise.” 

She smirks at you, though it softens at your almost dopey grin. Steve keeps warning her about the honeymoon phase, the swooping feeling in her chest and red cheeks, but staring at you now she can’t imagine feeling any different about that smile. 

She’s about to lean in to kiss you, hand already planted on your jaw, thumb grazing the corner of your smile, heart swooping at the way it stretches with her touch, when a familiar song begins on the radio, and she pulls back instantly. 

“Holy shit, this has to be on it.” 

Blinking in surprise at the fact she’s denied you a kiss for such a ridiculous distraction, it takes a second to process what’s playing, eyes rolling the second it finally hits you. 

“We are not adding Head Over Heels,” You say, “We’re not that cheesy.” 

“What, so you’re okay with ‘Be My Baby’ and ‘Time After Time’ but you draw the line at Tears For Fears?” She scoffs, getting to her feet and dragging you up with her, “I don’t know if you’ve heard, but we’re kind of all about cliches in this relationship.” 

The way she pulls you in, one hand clasping yours, the other curling around your waist, cool metal of her rings finding the warmth of your skin where your shirt has untucked, has you close to swooning, smile tugging at your lips. 

“Something happens and I’m head over heels,” She sings softly, leaning in to breathe the words across your ear as you steady yourself against her chest, “Ah, don't take my heart, don't break my heart, don't, don't, don't throw it away.” 

You bite your smile down, attempting to hold onto some false disapproval, but you’re breaking into a giggle as she pulls her arm from your waist and twirling you clumsily, cassette cases scattering across the carpet at your feet. 

Only once you’re near dizzy, beaming ear to ear, does she pull you back into her chest, singing the lyrics with a dramatic flair, head shaking with the beat, hair flaring out around her. In that moment she’s too beautiful to stand; all pink cheeks and grin-stretched lips. It’s the sort of beauty people write songs about, cheesy songs that people roll their eyes at, because it’s truly the sort of beauty people become absolute fools over. 

And so you join her, like a fool falling in love, and you sing at the top of your lungs and grip her hands and you stumble together around her room until you're breathless and giggly and holding each other upright. 

The song fades and Robin pants softly, warm breath hitting your lips as she holds you with her arms around your waist. She lets out a breathless chuckle, leaning in to kiss your cheek. But all you can do is stare, lips slightly parted in awe. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

Robin blushes again, a lopsided smile fading to an embarrassed smile. She leans in, curling you closer with her arm and smiling at the way your eyes flutter shut upon instinct, and she kisses your cheek again, before pulling her lips down towards the corner of your lips, kissing you so gently that you let out a pleading sound for more. 

She’s about to oblige when thunder strikes loudly outside, wind blowing her curtains into the air as the tiny patter of rain on her window becomes a heavy rattling sound. She jumps just slightly, head shifting to her window in surprise and leaving you breathless, and kissless. 

“Robin…” You mumble impatiently, “You were about to kiss me.” 

Robin turns back with a smug grin that makes you gulp. Then, her hand is wrapping around your wrist and you’re being tugged towards the door, then down her stairs, shrieking with confusion as, together, you go bounding towards her front door. 

“Rob, what are you-” 

“I’m still going to kiss you,” She assures, dropping your wrist, “but I want to do it in the rain… like the movies.” 

She’s trying to stuff her shoes into her trainers, not bothering to undo the laces. She gives up after a moment, giving you an unbothered shrug before she pulls the front door open and runs barefoot into her yard, arms open to welcome the slightly warm end of summer rain. 

“Are you coming?” She calls back to you in the doorway. 

You have to bite your lip to hide your grin, hastily pulling your socks off and stepping into the rain with her. The grass squelches beneath your feet, each hurried step splashing mud into the air and pulling a shriek from your lips as you skid towards her, caught in her open arms.

“You’re mad!” 

“For you-” 

You snort, shoving her weakly on the shoulder. Despite the rain, the air is still humid, still static with the storm. That earthy smell seeps from the grass beneath your feet, and the dark is setting quickly with the grey clouds gathering above you, street lights becoming yellow blurs behind sheets of rain. 

“The movies make it seem way less messy,” Robin confesses, reaching out to wipe a splatter of mud from your cheek that must have splashed up in your rush towards her. “You’ve got dirt in your eyebrows.” 

“Always the charmer-” 

Robin’s lips catch your words before you can finish. With your jaw cupped in her hands, she leads you into a dizzying kiss, messy and needy. Her tongue slips desperately past your parted lips, meeting your own with a feverish need. 

Her usual clumsiness in kisses like these is only further provoked by the wet of the rain, grip slipping from your jaw, wet fingertips drawn down your neck before falling down to grab your waist through your soaked shirt, desperate for something to hold in her firm grasp. 

A similar need pricks at your skin, and your fingers thread perfectly through her soaked hair, pulling it back and with it, tilting her head to expose her throat, that perfect constellation of kiss-neglected freckles. The rain pools in the dimples and hollows of her skin as you kiss them, pulling little sighs from her swollen lips. 

“Kissing in the rain…” You exhale across her neck breathlessly, “Was an inspired idea.” 

Robin hums softly in agreement, though her hands on your waist push you back slightly, only to connect your lips once more. Thunder rumbles above you, and the rain comes down so hard it just about stings your skin, but it doesn’t matter. 

All that matters is Robin, her touch, her lips, that little quirk of a smile in every kiss. It’s the curve of her waist beneath your fingertips, and her hair plastered to her forehead. It’s the way she mumbles through every breath, rambling whispered across your lips, barely coherent tales of need and want.

She pulls back only as lightning has begun to flash behind you, giggling at the state of you both, the ridiculousness of the situation, and the mud smudged across your cheek. Then her giggles turn into bursts of uncontrollable laughter, unattractive snorts as she lifts a hand to cover her mouth. 

“What?” You ask, somewhat alarmed, “What is it? Have I got more mud on my face-” 

“No, I was just thinking about, well, if you like pina coladas, or getting caught in the rain-” 

“We are not adding The Pina Colada song to our mixtape, Robin Buckley!” You gasp, shoving away from her, “It’s about cheating-” 

“I’m joking,” Robin grins, tugging you in again, “I wouldn’t let you add anything from the Rumours album, so we’re certainly not adding anything about infidelity.” 

“I should hope not, Lover Girl.” 

“And if we were, it would obviously be Babooshka by Kate Bush.” 

a/n: kinda chaotic huh? anyway, feed back is always welcomed :)

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[jiminrings]

“The ache of unfulfillment in you is bred by everything significant in your life” really legitimized the harrowing feeling I have everyday questioning what I’m doing in life,

but also I don’t really do enough to change it? It is what it is(for the most part) and I’ve been living in my head constantly scrutinizing myself enough for three generations. It’s a sad truth I’ve come to live with, but I really resonate w readers lack of agency after all.

In a very selfish way, I was jealous of the eventual convo w joon airing out her grievances and seeing him will to make that change while addressing his faults. I wish I had siblings (or anyone) that saw me grow up and realize that maybe I did deserve better, better than just “okay”.

“What your mom does know is that she doesn’t know a single thing about the heartbreak you suppress, and that thought alone makes her hiccup in tears.” Can we put this in the hall of literary cogitates? Re: I had to open my journal in the middle of reading and reflect on why this scene came down on my chest like the meteor that killed the dinosaurs.

I loved yoongi (still rooting for him to grovel a bit more) but him finally revealing all the silent ways he loved reader was:(. She deserved to know how much she meant to him, that he loved her so much, traveled countries in hopes to find her.

I want to believe he truly loves(ed) her and she didn’t become his failsafe bc of the divorce with hyewon. I truly think “you don’t know what you had till it’s gone” describes Yoongi because he missed a lifetime a love for a couple years of settling with someone who didn’t respect him.

“You’ll go on this tangent that you’ve always been weak, influenced by the times that Yoongi had chastised you for your lack of a passion. 

To you, Yoongi had been right in a way.

To Yoongi, he’s always been in the wrong” broke my heart the right amount :|

Haneul being a conjecture personified. A constant reminder of what reader could’ve had, but more importantly a wake up call that we’re too late for hypotheticals. We’re here now and have to deal with the consequences of (Y)our actions (yoongi:p)

I also loved jk. He was so sweet and if their jobs weren’t a conflict of interest, I’d be delighted to see how loved he’d make her feel. I hope he puts his crush to good use and treats her the best.

I think this has been my favorite oc you’ve written because of how much she resembles my daily life. A kind of selfish bit, but it’s heartwarming looking at someone knowing they deserved better than the cards they were dealt because that means there’s a hope someone will finally look at me and think the same. (Fingers crossed for us all)

Thank u sm for writing this and I hope my eyes are not mistaken me and there’s a continuation of the series? I’d love to see how it plays out

Also, reader & I would love a Spotify jam session w Passion by PinkPantheress on repeat all night long for sure <3

first of all, thank u so so much for reading and being here w me 🫂🩷 i'm with you with that harrowing feeling every single day bc whenever i look back at even the most recent month, i get so shocked?? wdym i am occasionally miserable bc of the same things i swore are the ones that keep me happy . ahhhh i'm glad that stuck with you!!!! u may not have siblings but trust me, as someone with two brothers, having them isn't what's always cut out to be i promise!!! i resonate w you wanting someone to tell you u deserved better (for the best and more than okay) n although i'm not your sister, i'm here to tell u that you really, genuinely did 🩷🩷 STOPPPPP u opening ur journal mid-read?? whew!!! haneul really is a conjecture personified i fear </3 thank you so so much for reading and taking the time to send me this!!! it truly means a lot to me (more than i can ever enunciate) n to know that oc is a statue of what you n i (n a lot of other people) feel like is really something!!!! ty for the recs n yes there'll be a season 2!!! MWAH!!!!

[matcha-narancia]

hello! hope you’re having a good day so far 🧡 unfortunately, i haven’t had the best day. when i came home from college this afternoon, my dad told me that my mom sadly passed away 😞 it’s already been hard trying to process her passing ‘cause everytime i see photos of her, i can’t help but tear up (one part of me even wishes that this was all some horrible nightmare and i’d wake up to see her healthy and happy) and it’ll definitely take awhile before i can fully move on. i was wondering if i could have some headcanons of the bucci gang comforting their crush or (s/o) whose mother passed away? if this is upsetting/triggering for you, feel free to ignore this <3 ty anyway!!

Bucci Gang Comforting their S/O Whose Mother has Passed Away

𝐀/𝐍: Hi there, I’m so sorry to hear that. Lose can really be tough and you should take as much time as you need for yourself. Of course you can request this, and while its small, I do hope these hcs help you. Thank you hun, and sending love your way!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Mentions of passing (for reader and bucci gang)

Bruno Bucciarati 

- He understands the difficultly of loosing a loved one, especially with the life he and the others live. They’ve all lost someone important to them in some regard, and so he wants you to know first off that they will never judge you for your reaction and how long it takes for you to move on. 

- From then on, Bucciarati will naturally gravitate to your side, taking your hand in his and gently holding it as you walk, grabbing your favorite comfort items while out and giving them to you when he gets back, holding you and letting you talk about whatever it is you’d like to share about the situation.

- He’s not one to push for you to share information on it either. He understands your mother passing could be something you would need to talk about, or something you’d prefer not to share, so he stays patient and allows you to decide. Still, no matter what you choose, his arms are always open for you, and he’ll stroke your hair and whisper to you on how strong you are or what you all could do to honor your mother. 

Leone Abbacchio 

- The minute he hears the news, his first thought is to hold you, ground you and make sure you’ll be there in his arms. He’s gone through loss as well, his partner, and he knows just how bad he coped with his death. He doesn’t want you to go through the same hopelessness he once felt.

- Abbacchio isn’t one for words, so he settles on mostly physical affection with the occasional comfort gift to you. He doesn’t want to bombard you with nice things just to make you feel better, he knows that won’t help with the loss, so most often he just holds you. If you don’t want to speak of it, that’s alright, and if you do, then he’ll let you talk for as long as you need to. He may even ask a few questions as well.

- Lastly, he is going to stick by you a lot. It is an instinct of his, one that’s also gotten more prominent with the gang. He understands you may need privacy however, and wants you to let him know if he ever is being overbearing, or if you ever want to be comforted by someone else. He promises he won’t take it personally, he knows he can’t be able to help all the time, and will always give you a kiss on the forehead whenever you part. 

Narancia Ghirga 

- I feel like Narancia is the type of partner who feels that sharing the pain of situations helps. He trusts you, trusts you and has shown his vulnerability. He’s told you of his own mother’s passing, and how that affected him, so when he hears you tell him the same he will immediately feel just as you are in the moment. 

- He, like the others, also shows his support in physical affection, he’s always been that way. In the following months, you know you can always come home and collapse into his arms. He’s often got a tendency to be loud too, but he stays quite in case you want to talk or just want some peace and quiet. 

- While Narancia is still limited in what he can do, I do feel like with your permission, he’d do something nice to honor your mother. Perhaps he gets a favorite item of hers nicely displayed for you, or maybe he dedicates a seat to her at the restaurant they always would get together at. He regrets not being able to take her there much, if at all, but hopes maybe in a way she’ll be with you in spirit that way

Guido Mista

- Mista’s family was never around, the gang was all that he had until you came around, and then you and the rest of your family became his as well. When he hears from you how your mother’s passed away, he can’t help but let the tears fall. 

- I feel like he’d be good at comforting with his words. He’ll hold you if you want and he’ll let you know just how much he loves you and your strength in dealing with the situation. If it gets too serious though he may switch to funny stories involving your mother and him. He’s good at lightening the mood, and doesn’t want the only thing that comes to mind when you mention your mother to be sad thoughts. 

- He’ll definitely surprise you with something your mother actually gifted him. What it is really depends on what your mother was like, but I feel like he would have kept it all this time just to show you. He keeps it somewhere safe, but special, and if you ever need comfort he’ll grab it, sit with you and let you relax or speak. 

Pannacotta Fugo

- While family is a strange concept for Fugo, he knows just how upsetting it can be to experience lose. His immediate family may have been distant, but his grandmother was his everything. When she passed it felt like his world was falling, and he doesn’t want that for you, not one bit.

- He’s awkward in his words and is iffy on touch, but he knows you, and so he gets over his insecurities because he knows you may need him. He’ll place a hand on your back and let you lean on his shoulder, asking you how you’re feeling and if you’d like to talk. Its fine if you don’t want to either, he’ll just gently rock you both for a while. 

- I feel like he’s the type of person to habitually pick up the things you mentioned about your mother after her passing and keep them with him. Say for instance you mention a book she liked, Fugo will pick it up from the library, read it through, and give it to you, or if you mention a dish she liked, then Fugo may suggest you try and prepare it together. He figures maybe finding the things she loves will help to remember and honor her. 

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno hasn’t exactly had the best family situation growing up, but when you introduced him to your own family, they took to him almost immediately. Your mother in particular adored him, and so he’s just as heartbroken as you to hear she’s passed away.

- Definitely there for you whenever you need him. It doesn’t matter if he’s got important business with Passione, he’s handing off whatever task it is to the others so he can be by your side. Of course he’ll respect if you want to take care of things on your own, but expect lots of texts from him asking if you’re alright and if you need him and the rest of the gang to get you anything/do anything for you. 

- I feel as though Giorno would actually be one to comfort you with gifts mostly. However, they’re not super extravagant things or anything superficial. He gets you gifts from the heart, gifts he gets because he remembers a comment you made passing a shop how a certain item reminded you of your mother, or gifts he remembers you said your mother loved. While he’s not the best with touch, his remembrance serves him well in this, and he does hope these gifts can in a way keep your mother with you. 

Trish Una

- She may not be the best with words, but she understands. Her own mother had raised her her entire life, and when she died and Trish was thrust into a dangerous and unfamiliar world it was terrifying. She knows your mother passing can’t be easy, and so she’s there with you every step of the way.

- I feel like Trish is also one to surround you both with things your mother loved after her passing. If she’s ever dropped the name of her favorite flower, then you’ll start to see vases of it pop up around the gang’s base. If she mentions her favorite meal, expect it waiting warm on a plate for you when you get back, and if she’s ever mentioned a favorite show or movie, it’ll be on for you both to watch with the lights dimmed. Trish hopes it’ll helps.

- Lastly, she definitely asks if you need any help going through belongings, especially since items can be hard to sort through and she hopes to find an heirloom from your mother to you. She likes being able to see your family’s history through stuff you have, and you two definitely have fun imagining what am item was used to do or make or when it was from. If your mother has any clothes then Trish will be very particular in saving them. She washes them delicately and hangs them up with protective covers, and whenever you want to see them she’ll be more than happy to take them out for you! She loves keeping items from your mother to cherish.

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bitter

I am here to open myself, completely vulnerable, to let it spill out, even though its the hardest thing for me to ever put into words. I like to keep it in my head, because then feel as if its not real. But when I keep it in my head, it stays there, stagnant and nagging. i need to let it out, I need to let it free, so i can change. So I can rid of it forever, and never look back.

I’ve made mistakes. I know that. There is nothing I hate, absolutely despise, about myself more than this. And I want to look it in the face, give it a big “fuck you”, “this is not me. You are not me.” and never let it control me again. 

I hate myself for the mistakes I’ve made, that are disloyal to Ryan. It started with Jimmy, but then I didn’t have to feel guilty...we didn’t have an official label, we were so new. I loved the attention Jimmy gave me. I felt fun and comfortable with him. I loved it too much I let myself fall into it, even though Ryan is the one I love.

Then, it happened with Ty. I felt myself sinking, away from Ryan. We were going through problems. I was weak. I was alone. I didn’t have a friend in Winona. I didn’t have Ryan by my side, to give me the comfort I needed in our failing relationship. I loved the way Ty talked to me, saw me, respected me. I liked the feeling of something fresh and new. Someone having a crush on me, and trying hard to win me over. I liked feeling so special, again. I liked the feeling of a close friendship. I let him in, too close, because not only did he give me what I was craving from Ryan, but he helped to fill the void of Aubrey not being there, either. I was sick to my stomach after I realized how close I let him get. How wrong it was. I never have regretted anything more in my life. I never felt such a raw hatred in my life for anyone, and it was for me. 

I have healed a bit since then. I promised myself, that I would let it teach me a huge lesson, that I would leave it in the past and never do Ryan wrong ever again. To be the best girlfriend ever to him- Loyal, loving, safe and never give up on him. And I was doing really good.

Then on Friday I got way too drunk. And he kissed me at the bar and I realized and pulled away. But he asked again and I did it. I loved the attention. I love when men want me. But when I did it, i was like what are you doing? Neither do you want this or is it okay.

And it all comes down to this. I have a dark side to me, a bad side, that’s too wild and free, and is selfish and doesn’t care about anything other than getting that attention I crave in the moment. It comes out when Im drinking. or lets say basically blacked out.

Now I want to say this, because this is what I would say to a friend. And I do want to treat myself as a friend, too.

It’s not okay, but I understand. It’s a long distance relationship. The love of my life, is on the other side of the world, and I don’t see him at 6 months at a time. I am young, and boys like me. They approach me, they hit on me. Normally I am good, I reject them, I am loyal. But when I am drinking, I slip. I lose site of my love because he is so far. I feel as if Erick took advantage of me being so drunk, I never, in a million fucking years would have kissed him even slightly drunk. I love Ryan, but I am not perfect, and sometimes the attention I like from others blinds me a little bit. And I know, that ryan is not perfect either. and thats what complicated. I almost wished he had done something too, made a mistake. So that I don’t feel as guilty. But of course, i would be broken if he did. I have no way to know, but I know he is in the same relationship. I think he likes attention too. I am sure he is not perfect either. and that takes a little bit of the weight of it.

So heres what I want to do about it. I want to kill that side of me. I never want to feel this way again. I promise to never ever do it again. Because I love ryan. I will never lose him. I will dedicate my life to be the best I can for him. Because that’s what love is. I lose my inner peace when I do this. He doesnt deserve it. I don’t deserve it. So I must change it. I must let it go, and never let it return. I need to kill that side of me that craves male attention. I don’t need it, why can’t i fully feel that? I need to focus on me, and him. When I am at my best, I am good. I cant let myself fall. Its not okay. I can’t drink without him anymore, or a good friend I can trust with me. That is something I can do. 

I ask the universe to understand this. To forgive me, to help me forgive myself. To change these parts of myself. I don’t seek male validation. I don’t crave male attention. I don’t drink. 

I declare, that today moving forward, I am different. I am better. I am learning. I am growing. And by the time me and ryan are together in september, the part of myself that ever made mistakes, is completely gone. She has grown into the best version of herself, to be the best person for him. To make him happy, healthy, safe, and unconditionally loved. Loyal, trustworthy, and resilient. For him. That’s who I am today, and every day after.